The boy is amazing, and funny, and has a quick wit. The boy is the voice I want to hear each day and night. The boy is so intelligent. The boy second-guesses himself, and I don’t know why. The boy is my good dreams, and sometimes my bad dreams. The boy is my favorite. The boy is where I’m supposed to land. The boy is my love, my favorite addiction, is how I manage through each day. The boy is supposed to be mine, and I’m so glad that I get to know that now.
I love you, baby. More than I want you to know, because I’m afraid.
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